A special friend of mine inspired me to write this poem about love and choices:
A million stars shooting by,
which one will you take?
which one is at stake?
whom might you make cry?
The sky's a market,
what to buy?
what to try?
You're the shopping rocket.
The quota is one.
You're greedy; you want more
but you might make a star fall.
Do you take all who come?
It's a game.
You seek to gain.
Losing what you already have will be a shame.
~a.c.
1 comment:
It is insane!
It'll be in pain,
But everyone thought
It's fun to begin
Nice poem :)
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